"Thou hast left me, Rogero; thee to leave,

  Alas! I neither will nor power possess.

  But will and power have I my life to reave,

  To scape from this o'erwhelming wretchedness.

  To die at strife with thee alone I grieve:

  For, had the gods so pleased my lot to bless,

  As to require my life, when loved of thee,

  Never so welcome had been death to me."